Sunday, 29 May 2016

It touches on Age-Play just a bit, and the heroine has Tourette's Syndrome, just like me.

BLURB:

When
she lands a job as an apprentice jockey at a racing stable, Bianca is
determined not to let her Tourette’s Syndrome interfere with her dream career,
and she does her best to conceal her occasional tics from her ridiculously
handsome new boss. But Clay Lewis is not an easy man to fool. He soon discovers
her secret, and when he casually mentions that she ought to be spanked for her
deception it sets Bianca’s heart racing like nothing ever has before.

Her
crush on Clay grows stronger by the day, but while she strives to impress him
at work Bianca struggles to deal with tragic circumstances in her own life.
With her younger sister—and lifelong best friend—incapacitated by terminal
cancer and becoming more dependent on her by the day, she finds herself pushing
herself to the point of skipping meals and going without sleep.

Clay
can see the toll that stress is taking on Bianca, and when she collapses from
exhaustion at the stable he knows it is time for him to step in, but not as a
boss or as a boyfriend. What she needs is a loving daddy who will both comfort
her when she is sad and bare her bottom and spank her like a naughty little
girl when she doesn’t take care of herself properly.

Bianca
delights in the attention she receives from Clay, and when he takes her in his
arms and claims her as his own it brings her more pleasure than she would have
ever thought possible, but she cannot help wondering if he will stay by her
side even when her tics are at their worst. Can she truly trust Clay enough to
surrender her heart to him and let her daddy take the reins?

Publisher’s
Note: Daddy Takes the Reins is an erotic romance novel that includes
spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book.

Watching
her, Clay’s heart constricted. Why had she let herself get so weak? “You should
be spanked for not taking care of yourself properly,” he scolded her sternly.
Luke chuckled, but a glare soon shut him up. This was no laughing matter – it
was serious. He watched as Bianca’s face darkened, and she looked like she was
about to cry. But then she took a deep breath and looked him straight in the
eye.

“You know what?” she announced, her
voice still weak. “Each one of you has said that to me – each one of you has
threatened to spank me, but not one of you has ever followed through. If it’s
so important to claim me and punish me, do it!” she challenged them. “It’s no
use just threatening me! If you actually care about me so much, if you want to
look after me and spank me when needed, just do it! Stop talking about it, man
up and do it!”If she hadn’t stuffed the pie back
into her mouth he would have been tempted to turn her over his knee right then
and there, but instead he sucked in a breath and held it, willing his racing
heart to slow down. She wanted to be
spanked? Really? He shook his head in
a daze. He’d waited his entire life for a woman like her. Had he really heard
her right? He looked at her hard then, his roving eyes wandering up and down
her body. He shook his head. “It’s more than just hunger that made you faint.
What’s going on, Bianca? You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”Tears filled her eyes as she nodded
slowly. “I haven’t slept properly in weeks,” she admitted. “My sister’s dying.
How can I sleep when Annie’s dying? I wish I was a little kid again, and didn’t
have to worry about any of this,” she sobbed. “I wish someone could just look
after me and take all this stress away.” Her voice broke and he could barely
understand her words, through her sobs, but his heart clenched at her sadness.
He wanted to protect her, to take care of her. The urge within him to do so was
so strong he couldn’t fight it, and he didn’t want to fight it. He could offer
her what she was wanting.Clay gathered her up in his arms.
“Come here baby girl,” he crooned. “Let me take care of you.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair
and rubbed her back gently as she sobbed against his shirt, completely overcome
by emotion. She felt so small and fragile in his arms, and he knew he wanted
her. He wanted a little girl to love, cherish and protect. He wanted her to be
that little girl. Standing up and shifting her in his arms to a more
comfortable position, Clay carried her out of the stables, across the yard, and
towards the house he shared with his brothers. First of all, she needed a good
sleep. Everything else could wait.Don't forget to check out the other participants in this blog hop below:

Saturday, 28 May 2016

For this week's #SatSpanks I have the most exciting news to share - I have a new book coming out this weekend! It may or may not be here in time for this blog hop, but I can share the blurb, cover and excerpt anyway :)

Daddy Takes the Reins is my favourite book so far, I think, I really loved writing it. It's set on a racing stable here in New Zealand and, just like me, the heroine has Tourette's Syndrome. As the name suggests, it touches on Age-Play, and my hero is the sweetest, sexiest, but sternest and dominant alpha male you could ever hope to meet.

“I’m
glad you agreed to that, little girl,” he told her, and winked. Then his voice
took on a stern tone. “Because when little girls are naughty, they go across
their daddy’s knee, their pants get pulled down, and their bottoms get smacked.
It would be most unfortunate if you found yourself in that position now,
wouldn’t it?”

He winked again. “A spanking hurts so much more on wet skin.”Blurb:

When
she lands a job as an apprentice jockey at a racing stable, Bianca is
determined not to let her Tourette’s Syndrome interfere with her dream career,
and she does her best to conceal her occasional tics from her ridiculously
handsome new boss. But Clay Lewis is not an easy man to fool. He soon discovers
her secret, and when he casually mentions that she ought to be spanked for her
deception it sets Bianca’s heart racing like nothing ever has before.

Her
crush on Clay grows stronger by the day, but while she strives to impress him
at work Bianca struggles to deal with tragic circumstances in her own life.
With her younger sister—and lifelong best friend—incapacitated by terminal
cancer and becoming more dependent on her by the day, she finds herself pushing
herself to the point of skipping meals and going without sleep.

Clay
can see the toll that stress is taking on Bianca, and when she collapses from
exhaustion at the stable he knows it is time for him to step in, but not as a
boss or as a boyfriend. What she needs is a loving daddy who will both comfort
her when she is sad and bare her bottom and spank her like a naughty little
girl when she doesn’t take care of herself properly.

Bianca
delights in the attention she receives from Clay, and when he takes her in his
arms and claims her as his own it brings her more pleasure than she would have
ever thought possible, but she cannot help wondering if he will stay by her
side even when her tics are at their worst. Can she truly trust Clay enough to
surrender her heart to him and let her daddy take the reins?

Publisher’s
Note: Daddy Takes the Reins is an erotic romance novel that includes
spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

I'm so excited to announce that my first-ever Age Play title is coming this weekend!

Daddy Takes the Reins is set on a racing stable here in New Zealand and, just like me, the heroine has Tourette's Syndrome. I'm totally in love with this story, I think it's the best one I've written so far, and I really hope you all love it too!

The hugely talented Korey Mae Johnson is responsible for this gorgeous cover:

Excerpt:

She
sat on the edge of the bath, resting against him, watching while he squirted
shower gel into the running water to make suds. Despite still feeling so wobbly
on her feet, so weak and dizzy, she smiled. How long had it been since she’d
had a bubble bath? She couldn’t remember.

She didn’t protest when Clay undid the
buttons on her shirt, gently easing it back off her shoulders. She didn’t
complain when he slid her jodhpurs down her thighs, lifting up first one foot
and then the other, to pull them off the ends of her feet. But she let out a
startled cry when his soft hands returned to her back, to undo the fastenings
on her bra.

“Let me take care of you,” he
murmured, kissing her cheek. “You’re safe, I promise you. You wanted to be a
little kid again, to have someone take care of you, to be claimed and punished.
Well I’m claiming you. I’m taking care of you. I’ll be your daddy – you’ll be
my little girl. I will take care of you.”

Monday, 23 May 2016

PK Corey is here on my blog today with "Cassie Corralled" - book 8 in the series.

Blurb:

Cassie is still living life to the fullest, telling Allie stories about everything from long ago shooting incidents to playing laser tag with the children. Tom keeps an amused, yet watchful eye, on his lovely wife. He tries to be tolerant of Cassie’s fun loving ways, but when she decides to spend the day with people she met through the Internet, without letting him or the girls know of her plans, Tom sees red. Tired of Cassie constantly putting herself in possible danger Tom decides to hire her a driver. Cassie immediately sees this plan for what it really is; Tom wants to hire a bodyguard / watchdog / babysitter for Cassie. That’s something Cassie won’t tolerate and after quickly packing a bag, she’s gone with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. In this case Cassie is determine to have her way – and so is Tom, the final decision may change life on the river forever.

“Will I listen? I always listen, you’re the one in this family that won’t listen.” He was starting to get wound up. “You know I’ve told you I don’t want you near that woman. She’s dangerous. You’re fully aware of this, yet you spend the day with her getting drunk.”

“Drunk!” Tom knows that that few things anger me more than that accusation. “I am not drunk and you damn well know it. There is nothing wrong with Janet. She’s a friend – you’re unreasonable. We had a little to drink, we lost track of time, so what.” Obviously I was the one getting wound up now. “Hell, if I were drunk I would have thought I was fine and driven home. We knew that wasn’t the best thing to do because we had had some and we called for a ride. Maybe we should have taken Janet’s advice and just stayed there all night without calling and see if you liked that any better.”

Sometimes I have to wonder how I reached this age and not have better sense. I was not drunk, but at the same time Tom know the only time I’m likely to cuss around him is when I’ve had more that he thinks I should have.

Tom took my hand again. “I think you’ve said enough to prove my point.” He told me as we headed to the bedroom. He grabbed the ivory brush as he came by the dresser and I made one last plea.

“Tom don’t use that! Please honey, it’s not that serious.” Obviously Tom thought that it was.

He pulled down my slacks and panties at the same time, evidently wanting to get right to the point. He pulled me over his lap and held me there for a moment without spanking. “Are you clear on why I’m spanking you?”

The only thing I was clear about was that I was mad so I didn’t answer him. He gave me two hard pops with his hand and said, “You’d best start talking to me, girl. Why are you getting this spanking?”

“Sue told you! It’s because you’re a big bully!” All right, I suppose the alcohol was doing a little of the talking.

Oh my, Tom began spanking with his hand hard enough to take my breath away. He was thorough. He covered my behind and my thighs with hard swats until I was squirming.

“You need to know,” he told me in his clipped tone, “that this spanking doesn’t really begin until you answer me.”

That quick hand spanking alone had been hard and my bottom was throbbing. Anger finally gave way to some sense and quickly told him, “I was gone too long without checking my phone and you don’t like it when I drink too much.”

“Yes, you know better on both accounts.” Then he started again with his hand. I tried to keep quiet but it was hard.

He paused and I felt him reach for the brush. “No Tom, you don’t have to use that, please. I’m sorry!”

“I’ll ignore what you’re saying as completely as you ignore me.” You don’t know how much I hate that brush! He began slowly, but he made every spank count. They were hard and firm and right on my sit spot. After about a hundred, ten by Tom’s count, he began talking. He covered the seriousness of not letting your husband know where you are and then began spanking faster as he launched into the evils of drink.

Meet PK Corey

I’m a small town southern writer, happily married to my best friend for thirty-two years now. We have two grown children and we're learning to love the empty nest. Next year will see the end of a long and satisfying teaching career and I'm anxious to spend more time writing. I didn't grow up with the desire to be a writer, but I did love to daydream. As a child, I spent most of my spare time, and quite a bit of time when I should have been doing schoolwork, either reading or making up stories. I was actual quite young when Cassie wandered into my head and began telling me her story. I've always been drawn to spanking stories, but I need a true love story with it. That's how I see Cassie and Tom - a true love story with spanking thrown in.

So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?

I’ve made up stories in my head since I was very young. I remember making up my first spanking story around the age of four. I never actually wrote any stories down until I was in my late forties and I began to blog. Readers were very encouraging and I finally submitted my first book, Cassie’s Space in 2013.

Tell me about your latest release

Cassie Corralled is the eighth in the Cassie Space series. This book continues the adventures of a couple who actively practice domestic discipline and have throughout their forty-year marriage. This was always the type story I loved – a husband who loves his wife more than anything else in his life, but doesn’t hesitate to put her over his knee for a sound spanking if she puts herself in danger or is less than truthful with him. Through it all the love story is first.

Are you like any of your heroines?

A definite yes and no. Sometimes I think I gave too much of myself to Cassie – she can be fiery and hot headed, she’s fearless and strong. Since Cassie comes from me I feel these are my traits too – but it’s only as I’ve gotten older I feel I’ve given myself permission to be more like Cassie.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I’ve published eight in the Cassie’s Space series. They are all spanking fiction, it’s what I understand and enjoy writing.

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Sadie is the perfect woman for Simon, if only she can learn to obey his rules.

Libby Campbell is here on my blog today with her contemporary spanking romance published earlier this year by Blushing Books.

When feisty Sadie Donohue meets Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter, but not all is as it seems. Simon is a busy executive who prefers to be the master of his own destiny.

Over dinner the next night his authoritative personality starts to emerge. Always one to question authority, Sadie rebuffs his gentle suggestions for more polite behavior with a lively, sharp wit. Simon is amused but unmoved.

If Sadie wants to continue seeing him she must accept his rules. Rules that will be reinforced by spankings when she fails to comply.

A strong, independent woman, Sadie struggles with his demands. A tragedy from Simon’s past makes him more determined than ever to make her obey. Their worlds collide.

This romance, set in cold climes of Canada, is warmed with frequent spankings.

He took my hands and kissed the palms, like a man about to make love. Just like a man about to make love, he led me to the bedroom and lifted my nightgown over my head. Then all similarity disappeared. The belt slid out of his trousers with a wistful, sighing sound. A whisper of doom. He folded it in two and lay it on the bed. Next he sat beside it and pulled two pillows across his lap.

"Assume the position."

"What are the pillows for?"

"They are to raise your bottom, stretch your legs, and tighten the skin. That will increase the impact of each stroke. This time I'm not going to pin your hands. You are going to touch your fingertips to the floor. If, at any point, you raise your hands, we will start counting all over again. Also I want to hear you count the strokes as they land. If you miscount—"

"—we will start all over again."

"Correct." His voice had a hard metallic edge.

"What is the belt for?"

"When Brock first told about your performance in his office, I decided to use the belt for the entire session tonight. What I heard from Tracy, Layla, and a few others validated that decision. I got the sense that you were trying to provoke me for one reason or another, maybe even push me away. Perhaps you wanted to test me, to see if I will always follow through."

He took my wrists and eased me across his lap. My back arched and my bottom was served up like a round white target.

Rubbing my tender cheeks, he continued the lecture. "This is my guarantee: I will not be pushed away or tested. If you provoke me, you will be punished. I will always follow through; you can count on that. If you prove unresponsive to one level of discipline, I will always find another. I thought I'd proved that on the weekend with the hairbrush and switch. It seems that you're a slow learner."

About the author

Libby Campbell lives on the West Coast with her husband of over twenty-five years. She reads a lot and loves books that feature strong, independent women engaged in hand-to-butt combat with funny, sexy men.

Her favorite pastimes are dancing, baking, and hiking with her husband.

Libby reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review – it will help her write the next one.

Monday, 16 May 2016

A huge welcome to Amelia Smarts and her book The Submissive Suffragette - Book One of her Lone Star Love series!

I'm a sucker for a well-written western, and if the cowboys in said western spanks their women ... well that's even better!

About
the Lone Star Love Series

My latest release is part of my Lone
Star Love series with Blushing
Books. While writing The
Unbraiding of Anna Brown, about lonely widower Carter and sweet,
plainspoken Anna who lights his way out of a dark depression, I came to
understand the woman Carter was mourning. Carter's first wife, Nalin, was
sharp, feisty, and different from Anna in just about every way. I felt that
Nalin and Carter deserved their own story, which led me to write The Submissive Suffragette, Book One in
the series. Missy Meets the Marshal (Book
Three) is as much an action and adventure story as it is a spanking romance. In
it you'll find villains, bounty hunters, murder, and a conscientious lawman who
makes a life-altering choice to follow his heart instead of the law. And while
these three books do make up a series, they can each be read and enjoyed as
standalones. I hope you enjoy reading these books as much as I enjoyed writing
them!

About
The Submissive Suffragette

It’s the late 1800s and women are beginning to fight against the
accepted roles of submissive housewife and mother. The suffragette movement is
gaining ground. Nalin is one of these women. She is a devoted wife to Carter,
and desperately longs for motherhood. But she is struggling to balance those
desires with her belief that women need to be equal to men, and this starts, to
her way of thinking, with the right to vote. She begins defying all the normal
conventions – she wears pants instead of skirts to town, she cusses, she talks
back to her husband. The consequences of her actions are that Carter takes a
firm hand to her backside.

Carter, on the other hand, has always been quite happy with the status quo and
is becoming more and more frustrated with Nalin’s constant defiance of all
things considered lady-like. He has even come to believe that disciplining his
recalcitrant wife is pointless. But her reaction to this declaration confuses
them both.

Carter and Nalin both want children, but have so far suffered more than one
devastating loss. They are both thrilled when Nalin again becomes pregnant.
However, now she’s demanding to attend the suffragette convention in Dallas.
Carter loves his wife, so despite his initial reservations, he agrees to see
her safely to the convention and back again.

Their adventure takes a few twists and turns along the way. Will this couple
safely and successfully navigate their way through these turbulent times and
find the happily ever after they both deserve?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit erotic and spanking scenes. If
such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Carter didn't respond right away, and each
second that ticked by filled Nalin with increasing fear that he would never
forgive her.

"Why would you ask me not to hate you?
I'm angry enough, Nalin, without that nonsense."

Nalin could tell he was struggling to keep
his voice level. "I'm sorry,” she said, crying. “But Carter, I’m so
afraid. Tell me my wicked deed hasn’t caused you to lose your love for me. I
beg you to tell me that before you punish me. I’ve never seen that look on your
face. It looks like you hate me and will never forgive me. I can’t bear
it!"

Carter raised his voice to a bellow, which
took her by surprise, since he rarely yelled at her. "This is the look of
a husband who feels betrayed by his wife! It's the look of a man angry with
himself for not stowing that money properly at the bank or in a safe. It's the
look of a business owner worried about the future of his business and his
ability to pay his employees. It is not, I repeat, not, the look of a man who hates you.”

In a stern voice closer to its usual
volume, he added, “I will always love you. Is that what you need to hear, young
lady?"

"Y-yes. Thank you, Carter." She
hiccupped.

He scowled at her. "Say it. Say, 'My
husband will always love me'."

Nalin did so in a quiet, trembling voice.

“Say it again. Louder and with confidence.”

“My husband will always love me,” she
repeated, trying to settle her sobs.

“Again!” he shouted, and slammed his palm
down on the kitchen table.

“My husband will always love me!”

"Do you believe it? You will repeat it
until you do, even if it takes all night."

"Yes, sir. I-I believe it."

"Good. You're
going to need to remember how much I love you during this punishment. Bend over
the table and lift your skirts."

Also in
the Lone Star Love Series

The Unbraiding of Anna Brown (Lone
Star Love Book 2)
– Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young
lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline. http://amzn.to/1TxYUUJ

Missy Meets the Marshal (Lone Star
Love Book 3)
– A troubled woman in need of protection and discipline meets a tough marshal,
whose job it is to provide both. http://amzn.to/1TOtHPU

About
Amelia Smarts

#1 Amazon Bestseller in
Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!

I'm an author of romance novels
featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy,
and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty
backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying
hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who
struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness.

I hold graduate and
undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English, and I love the written
word. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!

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About Me

Living on the land has given me a love for the men who work it - sexy, ruggedly-handsome cowboys who are not only good looking, but also kind and gentle, but know how to keep their women in line when the need arises. I've been riding horses all my life so it seems only natural for them to feature in the books I write, and they play a big part in the lives of my characters.

What influences me? Life: I was diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome at the age of 11 and this disorder has helped shape who I am today. Growing up with a neurological disorder such as Tourette's meant my journey to adulthood was a different one to the typical teenager, and as such, it has given me insight and strength of character which enables me to write about strong women, or women who start out lacking in confidence but growing as the story progresses.

What do I like to read? Rural romance! And of course, spanking romance! In the spanking romance genre, I will read anything I can get my hands on, with historical westerns being a particular favourite.

My family: I have been married to my wonderful husband for 15 years and we have four children together. This keeps me very busy, leaving little time for writing, but as a successful writer once said to me: we make time for what we love.